Kathy_ Dylan
“I don’t mean to disappoint you,” he frowned and then took another sip out of his drink.
If Dylan hadn’t made it big in the corporate world, I’m sure he would have been a successful attorney at least. He had a knack for evading important topics so smoothly to the point it was almost admirable. He was able to say a lot without saying anything at all.
“Dylan, I like it when you’re just chill with me. I like it when you open up to me,” I stressed. “What do I have to do to get access to that version of you, always?”
“Kathy, you’re making it sound like I have some personality disorder,” he scoffed.
“I think you’re in denial,” I zeroed in on my point.
If Dylan wanted to waffle his words and avoid talking about the elephant in the room, fine. But I was not going to skirt around
